"Younger Brother Su, it's me."
The figure in the black robe lifted his head to look at Su Changkong, revealing a face with pronounced features under the hood, it was Hong Zhenxiang!
"Commander Hong... aren't you..."
Su Changkong also stared in astonishment at the Hong Zhenxiang before him. Wasn't Hong Zhenxiang almost crippled by his injuries?
Not only that, Su Changkong sensed a breath similar to that of Mo Ying and the man in red from Hong Zhenxiang, yet far more powerful!
"You've merged with... a Demon Monster Crystal Core?" Su Changkong wasn't a fool; he suddenly thought of something and blurted it out.
Hong Zhenxiang's main energy channels had been shattered, an injury that for an ordinary Martial Artist would be nearly incurable, yet there Hong Zhenxiang stood, unscathed and seemingly stronger than before. How could Su Changkong not guess the reason?